It reminds me of her, this night. The way the moon comes into view and discloses only a section of itself. She always showed me her smile, her cartoons and her off key laughter. Occasionally, I saw her concentration as she worked on homework. The wince as she adjusted her bike lock. But those were rare cues into her serious world. Mostly I saw her face beaming and her eyes bright. I never got past that confectionary exterior.

"You don't need to see me sad ya know"

That's what she used to say, and she was wrong. I think if I had seen that part of her, we might have connected more. I keep thinking she would have seen I could stand it, that I could deal with dark clouds and surly moods. She never let me get that close to her orbit and now I'll never know. She'll never know.